“No thanks,” he declined. “I’m certain you’ll be in good hands. Just let Mr. Ayling take the lead in any investigation.”
“Why, Dad!” Penny protested. “You know me.”
“I do, indeed,” said Mr. Parker, smiling as he resumed his desk work. “That’s why I feel confident Mr. Ayling may look forward to a very interesting afternoon.”
CHAPTER
5
A CRYSTAL BALL
Pine trees and bushes hung in frozen arches along the winding road which led to the ancient monastery.
Parking the automobile near the iron boundary fence, Penny was quick to note that the big ornamental gate now was locked and securely fastened with chain and padlock.
“Are you sure this place is occupied?” Mr. Ayling asked as he alighted and followed Penny to the gate. “Why, the property is a wreck!”
“The gate was unlocked last night,” the girl replied. “We may have trouble getting inside.”
Pressing her face against the rusty iron spikes, she gazed hopefully toward the gatehouse. The door was slightly ajar. Winkey, however, was nowhere to be seen.
Mr. Ayling rattled the gate chain several times.